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Holy Hail...

I'm back, here to dabble in wordplay.

Double meaning behind the bars see if you can handle this entree

Spray with an AK plan my attack,

See if you base the ball, it always comes back.

It's hard to keep track of the fools I eliminate smackdown cracked down the rack

Somebody get me a Psych Eval cause I'm about to- Spike the Hail!

Freezing temperatures like the North Pole,

They say "My Condolences" but fail to console

Might claim you're spitting fire but I'm the ice

Bars lit I'm the paradoxical man

Colliding with fools everyday yet I show no Merci

If victories were money you would be in poverty

Like a real estate agent in about to close this properly

Spinning you down the wheel and breaking you apart as if I was doing Pottery

Natural talent is rare but I guess I hit the Lottery

Cause with 20 lines fool the King is back

And I'm keeping kills recorded like my mouth got a Statrack

Let this serve as a warning, this is just the Coke I haven't even started with the Tequila.